This is a story which I told several years ago which I am unable find, so, because it happens to be one of my most favourite memories I will repeat it.
I am going back to the early days between 1977 and 1979 when I was working in Libya. I lived in my company's guest house where I shared a three bedroom apartment with two other guys. One of these guys was a french man named Olivier, we called him Olly. In the two years we worked together Olly and I became good friends and when our contract ended we promised to keep in touch with each other.
It was sometime later when Hannah and I planned a European holiday in a rented motor home which we hired for three weeks. We planned our trip carefully and because we planned to travel through France I arranged to call by Olly's village so we could pay him a visit. With all arrangements in place we drove down to Dover and boarded the ferry to France to begin our adventure. We spent a couple of days in Paris before heading south to Olly's village.
Olly was so pleased to see us and made us very welcome. He owned a two bedroom cottage and he had previously invited us to stay with him which we accepted. That night Olly took us out to his favourite restaurant for a meal. It was a very relaxed and enjoyable evening where we reminisced about our time in Libya but I couldn't help but notice that he was paying a lot of attention to Hannah and Hannah was enjoying his company too. Olly is a typical Frenchman, He was a very good looking olive skinned guy with thick black curly hair, slightly effeminate in his mannerisms and a real charmer with the ladies. Hannah was instantly attracted to him and when he spoke Hannah hung on to his every word. Later, when Hannah went to the ladies room, Olly said to me, you are such a lucky man, Hannah is beautiful, so, I jokingly said to him, back off tiger she's mine. When Hannah returned she asked why we were laughing, so, I said to her I think Olly fancies you and would like to get you into his bed tonight, would you like that? Hannah smiled and said, of course not, we laughed and left it at that, but, as the evening went on they were still paying each other a lot of attention.
Later that night back at Olly's house we were sat having a nightcap when Hannah excused herself to go to bed. After about 10 minutes Hannah appeared in the doorway dressed only in her blue satin nightdress. She looked so sexy in that particular nightdress, she wasn't wearing anything underneath and it clung to her body showing every curve, she was showing lots of cleavage and her erect nipples were clearly visible through the material. Hannah came back to ask what our travel arrangements were for the following day but this was just a pretence, it was obvious she was posing for Olly.
I began to feel so horny seeing her standing there, so, I thought to myself, what the hell, were in a foreign country and the chances are I may never see Olly again, so, I walked over to Hannah and stood behind her. I put my hands on her shoulder and kissed her on her neck at the same time I slid her shoulder straps over he arms. As her nightdress fell to the floor I held her arms to stop her from covering herself, Hannah was quite shocked but didn't seem angry, Olly was shocked also but he was loving it, there was Hannah, standing in front of him totally naked. I said to Hannah, I been watching you two all night, you've obviously got the hots for each other so I'll ask you again, do you want to sleep with Olly tonight. Yes, I would like that she said, ok, go for it I replied, Olly was embarrassed but couldn't believe his luck, he took Hannah by the hand and led her, still naked, to his bedroom.
I didn't see them again until the next morning, I was first up and when they appeared they both looked a little sheepish. Hannah later told me that he fucked her when they went to bed and again next morning, apparently he was fucking her whilst I was in the kitchen making coffee. Olly asked me if we could stay another night, I think maybe he was looking for seconds but I had to decline, we had a lot of travelling ahead of us, so, we left shortly after breakfast.
Hannah was on cloud nine, I think she probably wanted to stay another night because she said Olly was such a thoughtful lover. She said he must have kissed every inch of her body before making slow sensual love to her. Alas I've never seen Olly again, we did keep in touch for a while afterwards but I've not heard from him in several years.
I am going back to the early days between 1977 and 1979 when I was working in Libya. I lived in my company's guest house where I shared a three bedroom apartment with two other guys. One of these guys was a french man named Olivier, we called him Olly. In the two years we worked together Olly and I became good friends and when our contract ended we promised to keep in touch with each other.
It was sometime later when Hannah and I planned a European holiday in a rented motor home which we hired for three weeks. We planned our trip carefully and because we planned to travel through France I arranged to call by Olly's village so we could pay him a visit. With all arrangements in place we drove down to Dover and boarded the ferry to France to begin our adventure. We spent a couple of days in Paris before heading south to Olly's village.
Olly was so pleased to see us and made us very welcome. He owned a two bedroom cottage and he had previously invited us to stay with him which we accepted. That night Olly took us out to his favourite restaurant for a meal. It was a very relaxed and enjoyable evening where we reminisced about our time in Libya but I couldn't help but notice that he was paying a lot of attention to Hannah and Hannah was enjoying his company too. Olly is a typical Frenchman, He was a very good looking olive skinned guy with thick black curly hair, slightly effeminate in his mannerisms and a real charmer with the ladies. Hannah was instantly attracted to him and when he spoke Hannah hung on to his every word. Later, when Hannah went to the ladies room, Olly said to me, you are such a lucky man, Hannah is beautiful, so, I jokingly said to him, back off tiger she's mine. When Hannah returned she asked why we were laughing, so, I said to her I think Olly fancies you and would like to get you into his bed tonight, would you like that? Hannah smiled and said, of course not, we laughed and left it at that, but, as the evening went on they were still paying each other a lot of attention.
Later that night back at Olly's house we were sat having a nightcap when Hannah excused herself to go to bed. After about 10 minutes Hannah appeared in the doorway dressed only in her blue satin nightdress. She looked so sexy in that particular nightdress, she wasn't wearing anything underneath and it clung to her body showing every curve, she was showing lots of cleavage and her erect nipples were clearly visible through the material. Hannah came back to ask what our travel arrangements were for the following day but this was just a pretence, it was obvious she was posing for Olly.
I began to feel so horny seeing her standing there, so, I thought to myself, what the hell, were in a foreign country and the chances are I may never see Olly again, so, I walked over to Hannah and stood behind her. I put my hands on her shoulder and kissed her on her neck at the same time I slid her shoulder straps over he arms. As her nightdress fell to the floor I held her arms to stop her from covering herself, Hannah was quite shocked but didn't seem angry, Olly was shocked also but he was loving it, there was Hannah, standing in front of him totally naked. I said to Hannah, I been watching you two all night, you've obviously got the hots for each other so I'll ask you again, do you want to sleep with Olly tonight. Yes, I would like that she said, ok, go for it I replied, Olly was embarrassed but couldn't believe his luck, he took Hannah by the hand and led her, still naked, to his bedroom.
I didn't see them again until the next morning, I was first up and when they appeared they both looked a little sheepish. Hannah later told me that he fucked her when they went to bed and again next morning, apparently he was fucking her whilst I was in the kitchen making coffee. Olly asked me if we could stay another night, I think maybe he was looking for seconds but I had to decline, we had a lot of travelling ahead of us, so, we left shortly after breakfast.
Hannah was on cloud nine, I think she probably wanted to stay another night because she said Olly was such a thoughtful lover. She said he must have kissed every inch of her body before making slow sensual love to her. Alas I've never seen Olly again, we did keep in touch for a while afterwards but I've not heard from him in several years.
